song of skin

   ARt-Rajendra Gupta here is my skinall nakedfor the trees to murmur a soft blowa hibiscus to press my earlobe against the pillowthe handprints of the moon against my cheek,here is my skin- sliced as an orangepiquant as sunraysover the glare of the auburn skymy skin- a nectar of soft honey sighof a mother’s soft… Continue reading song of skin